Essay Goodbye, alma mater 6th grade .

I am about to graduate and say goodbye to my dear alma mater. At this time, what came to my heart was a deep affection. I can't give up 11,000 in my heart. But we still walked away silently.

In the morning, I walked alone around my alma mater, taking in every corner of the place.

The grass and trees here shook their heads at me in the breeze, as if saying goodbye to my friend who had been with me for almost six years. The flowers here are still so delicate, the grass is still so green, and the fragrance of flowers is rushing towards you. The willow branches naturally drooped to the ground.

I was intoxicated and reminded me: in the spring breeze, we frolicked and played here.

Step into a classroom where we have spent six years together. When you enter the door, your eyes shoot directly into the blackboard at the back of the classroom. Colorful pictures and beautiful lines of text. I've a lot in years. For this fruition, a smile of relief appeared on my face!

The desks and chairs in the classroom are still neatly arranged. But it seems that they are all so old, and the creases on them that we have carved with knives are so deep. I couldn't help but walk to my previous seat, sit down, and look at the blackboard in a daze.

With a look of joy, it seems that he is listening carefully to the teacher's lecture, and he is very focused. It took me a long time to wake up from my fantasy. Slowly stood up, took heavy steps, and walked out of this spacious and bright classroom.

The sound of my footsteps echoed across the campus.

Walking to the playground, there are a few willows that we planted with our own hands. After our hard work, it grows luxuriantly. This is the hope we have sown, and may it thrive.

Think about yourself, think about these trees, aren't they similar? We are a new generation that crosses the century, and we must learn more useful knowledge, study the motherland in depth, and become useful talents for the motherland. What's more, how can you see a rainbow without wind and rain?

Suddenly, my confidence doubled, my chest straightened, I felt that the sky was higher and bluer, the clouds were whiter, the sun was shining golden, the flowers were more colorful, the trees were greener, and everything was more beautiful.

I looked at the five-star red flag flying high on the campus and said affectionately: Thank you, alma mater! Bye!

At the moment I feel refreshed, so relaxed, and at the same time I know what to do in the future. Thinking of this, I took a light step and left.

Standing under the bright red flag, we ushered in an unforgettable Teacher's Day, in this happy, warm and exciting moment, on behalf of the students of the whole school, I hold out our most innocent, sincere and warm heart, I wish all the teachers who care and love our growth a happy holiday, happiness and health! We even hope that our greetings and blessings will smooth out the wrinkles on the gardeners' faces, wipe off the slight frost on the gardeners' temples, and let the gardeners' wise eyes shine forever!

Being a teacher is hard work, but the work of shaping the soul is great; The burning of the red candle is short-lived, but it burns herself and illuminates the hearts of others for eternity. The reason why you are great is not only to impart our scientific and cultural knowledge, but also to set an example for us to be human beings.

Thank you, Teacher, for making us confident and able to surpass ourselves. You have proved to us that learning is not a burden, but a joy and responsibility, a key to the world we never knew.

You have taught us to explore boldly with our minds and hands, to seek and discover, and to make life full of surprises!

Thank you, Teacher, for being a person we can always trust to ask for help when we are in trouble in life. You let us know that we can confide everything in you if we want to. You often say that you were a child, so you can understand your child's joys and sorrows.

Thank you, Teacher, for making me understand that we can learn from failures, gather strength in difficulties, and find light in the darkness. You give us the courage to use our brains, and at the same time you ask us to be open-minded.

You put beauty in our hearts, giving us teachings, insights and imaginations that shape our lives. No matter what we build, you always help us lay the foundation, and you do your best for us to grow! Perhaps every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us over time, but your passion, courage and love will always remain.

Thank you for never being cynical about us, always paying attention to us when we try, and always letting us know that you have seen our results, even if the results are so insignificant. You are the one who has taught us that life can be as thin as a piece of paper, as deep as the sea, as vast as the sky, and that we have to make our own choices. Every question, every discovery, experience you have led us through has fascinated us and allowed us to see the sparkle of wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.

Suddenly, one day we find that you are old, tired, and tired. You don't need the understanding, comfort, and support of others, and yet you are so silent, quiet, resolute, and awe-inspiring.

O red candle, your flickering candle flame is as fluttering as your tired, thin body, but in the eyes of the students is so firm: your tears wet your clothes, and you know that in the eyes of the students, it is the most perfect sculpture in the world under your feet.

Dear teachers, your light and heat are limited, but it is your limited light and heat that merge together to ignite the light of the motherland's take-off!

Finally, I wish all teachers a happy holiday again!

It is recommended to write it yourself, of course, you can refer to it, and it is best not to plagiarize.

Goodbye, dear alma mater.

Time is like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, the study life of high school is about to pass. We are about to leave our alma mater, where we have lived for three years.

At the moment of leaving our alma mater, we were particularly excited, and everyone's hearts were full of nostalgia. The grass and trees, bricks and tiles of the alma mater are as familiar and kind as Li Jianxun.

Can't forget, dear teacher; I can't forget your earnest teachings; I can't forget your kind gaze; I can't forget ......From boring pinyin letters to catchy compositions, how much heart and sweat you have worked for us. You are a diligent gardener, you are an unknown spring silkworm, you are a hero behind a hero, you are a giant at the feet of a giant! You are gentle and serious, humble and noble, ordinary and great.

You have taught us with enthusiasm that we understand simplicity, naturalness, fulfillment, and nobility. Towering trees can't forget their roots, mighty rivers can't forget their sources, how can we forget our teachers?